In the pass formed by Tongkou Bay and Black Rock Mountain, which connects the Hanji Sea, smoke rises from the camp, where more than a dozen giant animal skin tents are stationed all year round.
This pass is the only place in the dwarf territory that leads to Greywater City. Although Greywater City is open to other foreign caravans, very few foreign caravans go there. And the inside is like a back garden abandoned by the old gods, except for the dilapidation.
Of the ancient ruins, only the bare salt-alkali land remains.
However, this place is the place outside Black Crystal Castle and Stone Helm City where the most dwarf masters are stationed. Even the number of high-level fighting spirit professionals far exceeds that of Black Crystal Castle.
A carriage with an anvil-patterned flag stopped at the edge of the pass. After repeatedly confirming the identity, it was allowed to move forward. And the person sitting in this carriage was the dwarf financial officer MacMillan. But even with a noble status such as
A big shot like him must abide by the rules of Greywater City.
The carriage drove slowly towards the foot of Black Rock Mountain, and stopped at the bank of Nanjiao Lake when the morning light became more and more dazzling. Nanjiao Lake is the southern terminus of the Tiegong River, and the Tiegong River is the longest inland river in the alien continent, starting from the war in the north.
The fortress, extending south to the Iron Chip Plains, is the link between the dwarves of the Flint Basin and the orcs of the Golden Plains.
Whoosh! The earthworm twisted its figure and drew a graceful curve in the air, and finally fell into Nanjiao Lake. The float stopped for a moment, and the fishing rod was inserted into the soil by the old man. Ale, soy sauce meat, pickled tomatoes, the old man was satisfied
Looking at the several grass carps in the fish basket, I started to drink happily.
Crassus, the lord of Graywater City, sits on Miyin Mountain and South Point Lake. Although Graywater City has always been so low-key that even many dwarves have almost forgotten it, its wealth is as rich as Stonehelm City.
Moreover, Graywater City only engages in one kind of business, and that is heavy siege weapons!
Greywater City’s largest order came from the current King of August, Fernando. Before the outbreak of the Holy War, an owl carrying Fernando’s autograph flew into Greywater City, and when Fernando was about to arrive at King of August, two three-ship
The schooner also docked in North Antler Bay, and the cargo it carried was finally transported over the Virgin Mountains and assembled in the Miracle Plains.
A siege weapon with a height of more than 70 meters, this thing is equipped with nearly a thousand Knight allies inside, and the front is covered with mithril magic-blocking shackles. As for the most basic battering rams and heavy machine crossbows, not only
The number has increased five times, and the power and defense strength of a single target have been unheard of before.
If it is said that the final decision of the victory or defeat of the Holy War is made by those peak powerhouses, then this siege beast is a nightmare that can crush the power of the Old King's Army. If Fernando had not been unwilling to destroy the basic buildings of the King's City of Augu, it is estimated that this siege beast would have
The giant beast will eventually swallow the palace hall in one bite.
"Now that you're here, let's have a drink. Although the old wine is mellow and sweet, the new wine is more refreshing and fragrant." Crassus did not look back, but he was a stone-skinned warrior himself, and his strength had been at a high level for fifty years.
You can naturally feel the other person's approaching breath.
"You are still the same. Why don't you move to Pirate's Cove if you like fishing so much? I don't know if you are lucky or unlucky to be such a laid-back city lord in Greywater City."
Finance Officer MacMillan jumped out of the carriage and sat next to the other party. He first glanced at the grass carp in the fish basket, then took a sip of ale, and then took out a stack of official documents from his arms.
"These are orders from the first half of this year. Some of them are reserved for our own use in the Zhanyang Mountains, some are from the Olu Continent, and a small part are from the Trolls of the Sunrise Hills."
Finance Officer MacMillan handed the orders to the other party, and then picked up the fishing rod. It seemed that he was here just to deliver these official documents.
"Why do those Sisai people like the 'Wild Ass Crossbow'? I heard that they are not going to declare war with the August King Fernando. They must order more siege weapons. They are really stingy!"
"An order from the Trolls? This is a bit surprising. Tsk, tsk, it's still an anonymous order. It's not like those fanged monsters are planning to rebel against the water elves. That would be fun to watch."
Crassus looked at the orders carefully, and then said with some surprise. Although he was very leisurely every day, when it came to the dwarves' wealth reserves, he would never dare to slack off.
Once upon a time, the dwarf king Balder was so stubborn that he promised to live and die with him, but that was just because he had offended a certain goblin. In the end, the two sides broke up on bad terms, and Crassus also seemed to withdraw from the imperial council and left alone.
Came to this quiet gray water city.
The sun and the moon rotated, and the years flew by. Crassus once wanted to return to the embrace of the old gods, but every time at the last moment, Balder's figure would vaguely appear in front of his eyes. Gritting his teeth, from recruiting blacksmiths to building production plants, from
In less than twenty years, Graywater City has completely transformed into an important presence in the Flint Basin, becoming a powerful and proud backing for the dwarves.
The dwarf king Balder laughed wildly for ten minutes after learning about it, but he did not recall Crassus to Sombra Castle. Instead, he directly ordered Finance Officer Macmillan to take charge directly and meet all the requirements of Graywater City as much as possible, and
Send dwarf experts to garrison the pass and never let spies get close to Greywater City.
Time continues to drift forward, and the once ambitious Crassus has become the old man he is today. He no longer wears a warhammer every day, but prefers to hold a fishing rod and fish by the South Point Lake.
But Crassus knew that behind him was the Iron Filing Plain, and the end of the Iron Filing Plain was Gray Water City, the place that he once hated so much, but at the same time, it allowed him to be reborn.
Another grass carp bit the hook. Crassus smiled and put down his fishing rod, watching Finance Officer MacMillan's carriage disappear. At some point, several dwarf masters appeared around the old man, and his tough appearance could not hide the feeling of oppression.
Very breathtaking.
Returning to Graywater City Castle, Crassus walked into the main hall alone, and his bodyguard gently closed the door. The old man slowly straightened his body at this moment, and was no longer the idle man fishing in Nanjiao Lake.
The brocade robe embroidered with the prayers of the old gods was soft and breathable, and the gem-studded cane collided with the ground, making a rhythmic sound. Crassus sat on his mithril throne, and the aura of a superior could not be concealed. Heavy duty
He doesn't need to worry too much about the order for siege weapons, everything is already on track.
"I still have one unfinished business, and I must complete it before I die! This can be regarded as my last contribution to the dwarves!" The gemstone cane hit the ground heavily, and the loud noise instantly echoed in the hall. What Crassus is talking about is Mithril Mountain, which did produce rare metal ores like Mithril in its early years, but has been abandoned for nearly a hundred years. However, Crassus has often hired master dowsers to go there in recent years.
After probing again and again, I finally found clues about mithril.
It's just that those mithrils are buried deep underground, at least nearly a kilometer away from the surface, and the specific yield cannot be estimated at all. If you dig it rashly, it may result in a lot of manpower and material resources being spent, and the final mithril obtained is worth less than a hundred gold coins.
But if this is ignored, Crassus is more likely to regret it for the rest of his life.
"I must try it!" Crassus finally growled coldly, and then his whole aura once again became the leisurely old man he usually was.